ban-one
Works for panties
Disclaimer: Aside from the fact my cousin (who’s like 15 years older than me) did marry a man who already had teenage kids from his previous marriage, one of whom was a hot brunette who we’ll call ‘Breanne’ (of legal ‘relation’ only due to her father’s marriage to my cousin when we were both 16) my age (18, almost 19 in this as it takes place years later) who did wear a sleeveless, cropped and low-cut T-shirt and Daisy Dukes over her two-piece, G-string thong, string bikini for underwear at the lake, and displayed her butterfly tattoo on her back and pierced, well-toned stomach (which is how I know about them) with her choice of swim wear (which would move around on her, revealing no tan lines) that 4th of July reunion week at the lake, this never actually happened. The rest is just a fantasy stemming from the way she looked at the lake (especially wet from a swim and nipples poking through her bikini top), with the names, locations, and other details changed to protect the innocent, and the two getting it on in the following story, even if it had happened between us, were and are only ‘related’ by law, not blood. No incest occurs in this tale. (Click here for the previous series.)
Every year, our family gathers at cabins at the state park at the lake for a week for our family reunion, the 4th of July, and a vacation at the lake, and most years, it’s like most family reunions with nothing to look forward to, but this one would be different. I was looking forward to this one because Brea was supposed to be there, and we hadn’t seen each other in six months. Not since that amazing family Christmas. We had both texted each other, wanting to know if the other would be there, and as far as we could both tell at the time, we would. When I arrived at the lake with my family, most of our family was already there and in and around the lake, cooling off and having fun, and I couldn’t tell if Brea and her family had made it or not. As I roamed the beach in my T-shirt, swim trunks, and sunglasses, I spotted Brea’s parents and her young half-sibling, so I knew she must be here, and probably nearby. I scanned through the crowd on shore, and not spotting her, turned my attention to the lake and those already in it. I saw several members of my family swimming, splashing about, and using the dock and float to leap into the water, as well as the rope swing, but still no Brea. Thinking maybe she was still in her cabin, I started to turn, but as I did, something caught my eye. A brunette girl rose out of the water, soaking wet from her swim, arching her back and breasts, and slung her hair around as she shook her head. It was Brea. She spotted me on the shore watching her, smiled, and headed right for me. As she got nearer, I could see that she had gotten pumpkin highlights in her hair that perfectly accentuated her hair color, her skin was nicely tan, she was wearing the necklace I had given her and her belly jewelry, and I got a good look at her amazing and wet body, as she wore a string thong bikini leaving little to the imagination as it clung tight to her skin, her ample breasts lightly bouncing in her top and her impressive cleavage jiggling as she walked, and her hard and erect nipples poked through the thin, wet fabric. As I stared at her, speechless from how good she looked, Brea smiled, and passed me, whispering with a continuing smile, “Let me dry off and throw something on, and then we can go somewhere more private.” Unable to keep my eyes off her, I turned and watched Brea head for her parents, her perfectly heart-shaped round ass jiggling just right in her G-string thong bikini bottom as she walked and her bikini let her display her large butterfly tattoo on her back, the outer edges of the wings following her hourglass figure, with the bottom of the wings on her round bottom. Brea toweled off, and with her bikini still wet and sticking tight to her, she put on a sleeveless, cropped, and low-cut T-shirt and Daisy Dukes, the shirt quickly becoming wet enough to see her bikini top underneath. Brea returned to me with a smile, saying, “Let’s take a walk.”
As we walked through the woods around the lake alone, hand-in-hand, Brea said, “I wanted to surprise you with the shirt, shorts, and the swim wear underwear, but I couldn’t resist the lake after the long ride, and went for a swim to cool off. And then to my happy surprise, when I come up, I see you on the shore,” smiling at me. I smiled back, “Well, it was still a great way to see you for the first time in person in so long.” “Yeah,” Brea smiled, and said, “But you’ll have plenty of opportunity to see me dressed like this. I only brought sleeveless, cropped and low-cut tops and cut-off jean shorts, and I didn’t bring any underwear. I figured that since we’re at a lake, I’d just wear my G-string thong bikinis for underwear, so that whenever I got the urge to take a swim, I’d be ready,” smiling. “Well, you look great, Brea,” I replied, “And I really like the tan, and your highlights.” “Thanks,” she smiled, “You’re looking good too,” turning to look at me, “And I’ve really missed you.” I turned to her, “I’ve really missed you too,” she took my other hand in hers as she smiled, and I leaned forward to kiss her. As we kissed, our hands separated to hold the other close, me wrapping my arms around her back as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. As our kissing became more passionate, she whispered between kisses, “I’ve wanted you so badly.” “I’ve wanted you so badly too, Brea,” I replied, already starting to become hard. Brea smiled, partially from the comment and partially from feeling me starting to stir, and continued to seductively smile at me as she broke our kiss and knelt before me as her hands slowly ran down my chest to my already bulging shorts, my growing erection not hidden at all by the swim trunks. Brea smiled at the sight of my cock becoming harder under my shorts and in her face, and pulled my shorts down, causing my manhood to spring to its fullest and her smile to grow seeing me.
She took my cock in her hand, and smiled as she looked up at me looking down at her, rubbing her face against my erection. She stopped, and with my manhood in her face, she spat on her hands, and starting stroking my cock, rubbing her hands over the head and twisting her hands along the shaft as she moved her mouth to my sack. Brea licked and kissed one ball before sucking it into her mouth to lick and suck, and then pulled her head back to have me pop from her mouth. Brea repeated the process with my other ball, and then licked between my testicles, flicking her tongue, teasing me, before sucking my whole sack into her mouth. As she sucked on my whole sack, licking me too, I removed my shirt and pulled Brea’s damp top up as far as I could, and after pulling her head back to have my sack pop from her mouth, I tugged on Brea’s damp top. She released my dick with one hand to free her arm, and then the other, always keeping one stroking hand on me while allowing me to remove her top. Brea then started stroking me hard and fast with both hands, rubbing over my dick’s head and twisting down the shaft, until on one downstroke, she followed with her mouth, making my penis part her lips, drug me between her teeth, and flicked her tongue around the head. I added my hands to her head, threading my fingers through her hair, but let Brea work her magic as she pushed her head into me, slowly displacing her hands that moved to my sack to massage me, until I hit the back of her throat, causing me to groan and bend over her. As Brea held me at the back of her throat, and me bent over her, I took the opportunity to slip a hand from her head down her back and release the knots holding her wet bikini top together at her neck and back, revealing no tan lines as the strings fell from her neck and back but the fabric stuck to her breasts from the moisture. My hands then slid under her arms to her breasts, caressing them as they freed her from the bikini top as it fell to the ground. Brea’s ample and soft breasts now exposed and being fondled, she held me pressed against the back of her throat for as long as she could, rocking her head around in a figure eight, causing me to groan. She held through her throat gagging and eyes watering in desperate need of a breath, until she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, and pulled her head back, trailing saliva from her mouth as my cock left. Brea smiled up at me as she stroked my dick with both hands, twisting around the shaft and rubbing over the head, and caught her breath with me still fondling her breasts. After a few moments to recover, she returned her mouth to my penis, making me part her lips as she again drug me between her teeth and flicked her tongue, taking me into her mouth, moving her hands to my sack. She again took me to the back of her mouth, but this time she swallowed, pulling me down her throat, and swallowed again to grip me with her throat, causing me to groan and squeeze her breasts. She rocked her head around in a figure eight as she flicked her tongue around me, causing me to bend over her and groan in pleasure, and then my cock to jerk in her mouth and throat. Feeling the jerk, Brea smiled around my dick in her mouth, and pulled her head back, trailing her saliva as she removed me fully from her. Brea smiled up at me, “That’s enough for now,” stood, moving my hands from her chest to her waist as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pressed my erection between us, kissed me, and whispered, “Now it’s time for you to do what you want to me, and for me to get some too,” smiling before kissing me again.
Every year, our family gathers at cabins at the state park at the lake for a week for our family reunion, the 4th of July, and a vacation at the lake, and most years, it’s like most family reunions with nothing to look forward to, but this one would be different. I was looking forward to this one because Brea was supposed to be there, and we hadn’t seen each other in six months. Not since that amazing family Christmas. We had both texted each other, wanting to know if the other would be there, and as far as we could both tell at the time, we would. When I arrived at the lake with my family, most of our family was already there and in and around the lake, cooling off and having fun, and I couldn’t tell if Brea and her family had made it or not. As I roamed the beach in my T-shirt, swim trunks, and sunglasses, I spotted Brea’s parents and her young half-sibling, so I knew she must be here, and probably nearby. I scanned through the crowd on shore, and not spotting her, turned my attention to the lake and those already in it. I saw several members of my family swimming, splashing about, and using the dock and float to leap into the water, as well as the rope swing, but still no Brea. Thinking maybe she was still in her cabin, I started to turn, but as I did, something caught my eye. A brunette girl rose out of the water, soaking wet from her swim, arching her back and breasts, and slung her hair around as she shook her head. It was Brea. She spotted me on the shore watching her, smiled, and headed right for me. As she got nearer, I could see that she had gotten pumpkin highlights in her hair that perfectly accentuated her hair color, her skin was nicely tan, she was wearing the necklace I had given her and her belly jewelry, and I got a good look at her amazing and wet body, as she wore a string thong bikini leaving little to the imagination as it clung tight to her skin, her ample breasts lightly bouncing in her top and her impressive cleavage jiggling as she walked, and her hard and erect nipples poked through the thin, wet fabric. As I stared at her, speechless from how good she looked, Brea smiled, and passed me, whispering with a continuing smile, “Let me dry off and throw something on, and then we can go somewhere more private.” Unable to keep my eyes off her, I turned and watched Brea head for her parents, her perfectly heart-shaped round ass jiggling just right in her G-string thong bikini bottom as she walked and her bikini let her display her large butterfly tattoo on her back, the outer edges of the wings following her hourglass figure, with the bottom of the wings on her round bottom. Brea toweled off, and with her bikini still wet and sticking tight to her, she put on a sleeveless, cropped, and low-cut T-shirt and Daisy Dukes, the shirt quickly becoming wet enough to see her bikini top underneath. Brea returned to me with a smile, saying, “Let’s take a walk.”
As we walked through the woods around the lake alone, hand-in-hand, Brea said, “I wanted to surprise you with the shirt, shorts, and the swim wear underwear, but I couldn’t resist the lake after the long ride, and went for a swim to cool off. And then to my happy surprise, when I come up, I see you on the shore,” smiling at me. I smiled back, “Well, it was still a great way to see you for the first time in person in so long.” “Yeah,” Brea smiled, and said, “But you’ll have plenty of opportunity to see me dressed like this. I only brought sleeveless, cropped and low-cut tops and cut-off jean shorts, and I didn’t bring any underwear. I figured that since we’re at a lake, I’d just wear my G-string thong bikinis for underwear, so that whenever I got the urge to take a swim, I’d be ready,” smiling. “Well, you look great, Brea,” I replied, “And I really like the tan, and your highlights.” “Thanks,” she smiled, “You’re looking good too,” turning to look at me, “And I’ve really missed you.” I turned to her, “I’ve really missed you too,” she took my other hand in hers as she smiled, and I leaned forward to kiss her. As we kissed, our hands separated to hold the other close, me wrapping my arms around her back as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. As our kissing became more passionate, she whispered between kisses, “I’ve wanted you so badly.” “I’ve wanted you so badly too, Brea,” I replied, already starting to become hard. Brea smiled, partially from the comment and partially from feeling me starting to stir, and continued to seductively smile at me as she broke our kiss and knelt before me as her hands slowly ran down my chest to my already bulging shorts, my growing erection not hidden at all by the swim trunks. Brea smiled at the sight of my cock becoming harder under my shorts and in her face, and pulled my shorts down, causing my manhood to spring to its fullest and her smile to grow seeing me.
She took my cock in her hand, and smiled as she looked up at me looking down at her, rubbing her face against my erection. She stopped, and with my manhood in her face, she spat on her hands, and starting stroking my cock, rubbing her hands over the head and twisting her hands along the shaft as she moved her mouth to my sack. Brea licked and kissed one ball before sucking it into her mouth to lick and suck, and then pulled her head back to have me pop from her mouth. Brea repeated the process with my other ball, and then licked between my testicles, flicking her tongue, teasing me, before sucking my whole sack into her mouth. As she sucked on my whole sack, licking me too, I removed my shirt and pulled Brea’s damp top up as far as I could, and after pulling her head back to have my sack pop from her mouth, I tugged on Brea’s damp top. She released my dick with one hand to free her arm, and then the other, always keeping one stroking hand on me while allowing me to remove her top. Brea then started stroking me hard and fast with both hands, rubbing over my dick’s head and twisting down the shaft, until on one downstroke, she followed with her mouth, making my penis part her lips, drug me between her teeth, and flicked her tongue around the head. I added my hands to her head, threading my fingers through her hair, but let Brea work her magic as she pushed her head into me, slowly displacing her hands that moved to my sack to massage me, until I hit the back of her throat, causing me to groan and bend over her. As Brea held me at the back of her throat, and me bent over her, I took the opportunity to slip a hand from her head down her back and release the knots holding her wet bikini top together at her neck and back, revealing no tan lines as the strings fell from her neck and back but the fabric stuck to her breasts from the moisture. My hands then slid under her arms to her breasts, caressing them as they freed her from the bikini top as it fell to the ground. Brea’s ample and soft breasts now exposed and being fondled, she held me pressed against the back of her throat for as long as she could, rocking her head around in a figure eight, causing me to groan. She held through her throat gagging and eyes watering in desperate need of a breath, until she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, and pulled her head back, trailing saliva from her mouth as my cock left. Brea smiled up at me as she stroked my dick with both hands, twisting around the shaft and rubbing over the head, and caught her breath with me still fondling her breasts. After a few moments to recover, she returned her mouth to my penis, making me part her lips as she again drug me between her teeth and flicked her tongue, taking me into her mouth, moving her hands to my sack. She again took me to the back of her mouth, but this time she swallowed, pulling me down her throat, and swallowed again to grip me with her throat, causing me to groan and squeeze her breasts. She rocked her head around in a figure eight as she flicked her tongue around me, causing me to bend over her and groan in pleasure, and then my cock to jerk in her mouth and throat. Feeling the jerk, Brea smiled around my dick in her mouth, and pulled her head back, trailing her saliva as she removed me fully from her. Brea smiled up at me, “That’s enough for now,” stood, moving my hands from her chest to her waist as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pressed my erection between us, kissed me, and whispered, “Now it’s time for you to do what you want to me, and for me to get some too,” smiling before kissing me again.